This evening is a queer meet-up, but I am feeling dysphoric, don’t know if I’ll go. I know self isolation is bad, maybe I’ll feel different after the shower and a second shave.

Also I am so happy I’ll leave my flatmate behind in a week, she yesterday implied that my lack of attachment to this shitty flat is, cause of my “male socialisation”, or what she actually said: cause I am “mannish”. She had an almost nervous breakdown over an electric kettle once, in comparison to that, I am the buddah.